See my thoughts - and see my scars - see my clothes - I dress to kill
See my blood - and see my gun.

The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(You'll get done, you'll get done, you'll get done)

Heed my faults - and heed my curse - heed my frustration - you just
Don't know
A new town nothing - send for the hearse.

The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya
(Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun)

Pull down the wires, set you on fire - I'm getting too tired to resist,
We'll torture your flats, you keep us like rats - then you
Tell 'em we're brats and the press twist our fist - get me out of this
Mist.

Hear me swear - hear every word - I ain't just a number
I wanna be heard - The TV announcer he talks to the scum

Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead
Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead
Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead
Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead
Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead
Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead
Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead
AHHHH!!